Titanic is a class warfare story about a self-absorbed woman who, at the end of her life, doesn’t want to think about her husband and the wonderful life she’s been given, but instead the dude she fucked on a booze cruise that one time. It’s the perfect film for the late stage feminist female. It also takes a not so subtle swipe at the wealthy men who died on board, you know, the ones who wanted to block the creation of the Federal Reserve, and *cohencidentally* wound up dying due to the wreck.